Throughout Teth-Adam's paradise gardens, there are water features. Throughout the night, their surfaces ripple. There's no telling what they could harbor...or what they do...
Upstairs, in his guest chambers, Mon-El sleeps. He's never known Teth-Adam like this, but he sure knows how to host a party. Lots of hot Khandaqian chicks...and a reformed Killer Croc doing stripteases... THAT, Mon-El's not sure about.
Downstairs, the black cats sleep. With luck, they'll stay that way all night. Funny; cats are usually nocturnal...
In the catacombs, the corpse of Dr. Sivana lies. The scarabs are all over it. They feast like nothing you can imagine...other than jackals and vultures.
Back in Mon-El's chambers, his bags are stacked in a corner. He STILL hasn't unpacked, as much as he loves Teth-Adam's palace...
Still an nth her normal size, Eve crawls from a hole in Mon-El's bag. She's barely dressed...as she has been ever since her shriveling.
From here, she can see Mon-El sleeping. He sleeps bottom-up. At this, Eve pauses, and gapes at the two twin peaks atop the bed: Mt. Mon and Mt. El... Mt. El is SO winning...
She snaps out of it, and climbs down his baggage. (His bags; not his ass. Although she'd LOVE to mountaineer his ass, sometime...) There'll be time for crazy stupid sex with Mon-El later. For now, Leviathan needs her.
In some of the water features below, cichlids swim. Most of them are either black or yellow... But then, whose money do you think bought them?
In an aquarium offside, a cuttlefish lingers. There are others like him in the Red Sea...as well as the Persian Gulf, just across Arabia. It's not quite telepathic yet, but it just might get there, if Teth-Adam leaves his guard down for too long... Rumor has it that Behrad, his brother-in-law, has been trying to amplify its intelligence, and bestow psionic powers into it...
From the depths of a pool, a strange cephalopod creeps towards the surface...and the shore, too. His huge head surfaces. His eyes are black. His tentacles are long. He's come a long way...or rather, he feels that way.
Tiny as ever, Eve makes her presence known to him. Or rather, she becomes present. Telepathic in this body, he could hear her coming from upstairs. He can read her mind.
"You fear me," he speaks telepathically, with the voice of Russell Rogers. "I once loved harvesting a similar fear from Andrea Rojas, the MFCEO of Obsidian North." He wipes his forehead with a tentacle. "Sometime, I would LOVE to try to harvest that exact same fear from you, Teschmacher..."
Eve trembles, at the thought. "I...don't know how I feel about sex with cephalopods..."
He scoffs. "I DO have a human counterpart back at Leviathan HQ, just to make that clear. I meant THAT way."
She sighs, disappointed. "Fuck. I've always had crushes on aliens..." She scoffs. "Lex talks as if he hates them. Can't imagine why. They're SO interesting..."
"Listen up. Leviathan's near. We're in the Red Sea, now...and loving it. Now...I do believe the Hangwoman gave you orders to spy on the one they call Michael Matthews. Elaborate."
Eve shrugs. "You can read my mind, can't you?"
"We would be more assured of your loyalty," he assures her, "if you told us willingly."
Eve sighs, crosses her bare arms, and tells the great cephalopod what she's seen.
From behind her, a scorpion tries to sneak up. It's much bigger than Eve; Eve is like a mite to it...
Eve screams, when Mr. Rogers uses one of his forearms to pancake the monster moments before it jabs Eve with its stinger. That stinger surely would've killed Eve otherwise, as small as she is...
Mr. Rogers flings the poor arachnid into the water, and keeps listening to Eve's recon report. In moments like these, Mr. Rogers couldn't love Eve more...
"Hmm," Mr. Rogers muses, when Eve finishes her story. "Sounds to me like Mr. Matthews doesn't want to be here..." He drums some of his tentacles against a rock nearby. "Perhaps we can use that to our advantage..."
"Uh," Eve squeaks, "excuse me, but... What more can I do?"
He scoffs. "Nothing. Keep up the recon. If he leaves the country, we want to know. O, and in case you're still saving your virginity for Mr. Luthor, don't bother."
Eve scoffs. "Do you truly think so little of me?!"
He arches his eyelids.
Eve looks around her, seeing the irony in what she just asked, and sighs. "You DO know what 'figurative' means, don't you?"
"Anyhew, what I'm trying to say is that Mr. Luthor's been reported missing. And what's worse, Ms. Graves, his bodyguard, as been admitted into that same hospital...and is now being treated in the exact same hospital bed that was, until recently, playing host to Mr. Luthor's recovery."
Eve gapes. "Lex is gone?! What about me?!"
He scoffs. "You'll manage. Don't think I can't tell that you have a crush on that Mr. Matthews, up there." He wipes his brow with more than one tentacle. "Or yours truly, even..."
She scoffs. "That's bogus."
"O, and which part would that be, exactly? Your similar crush on Hook? Or Shrike? Or Dark Archer?"
Eve scoffs. "No comment."
"You don't have to." He narrows his black eyes. "I can read your mind..."
"Well stop and go home," she half-screams, stomping her bare foot...and flinching, when she hurts it. "I've got a hot guy to spy on, and you're distracting me!"
All at once, everything seems quieter to Eve. Chills run up and down her spine, beneath her almost-bare back, as she turns around, and...
It's a black cat. She's been spotted. And she can't defend herself. Crap...
"Here," Mr. Rogers says, taking her up, upside down into his tentacles. "Most creatures are discouraged, when they see a pair mating."
Eve starts squealing like a louse in heat, as Mr. Rogers gets to work molesting her. If she didn't know that Mr. Rogers was puppeteering this cephalopod, she'd be MUCH more revolted...and not to mention violated...
Eve must confess that she enjoys this. Good; Mr. Rogers is REALLY enjoying it, if not more so than she is...
At last, the cat yawns, and lumbers off. At last, Mr. Rogers puts Eve down, leaves her, and withdraws back into the pool from whence he came. Once down there, he teleports back to Leviathan HQ.
Eve takes a while to straighten her lingerie. Mr. Rogers sure had fun with her boobs, back there... She might need a new bra, by the time her relationship with him runs its course... IF it runs its course...
Upstairs, Mon-El is still asleep. His bottom is still up.
Behind him, his door opens a crack. It's Zari. She can't sleep. It seems that Mon-El's ass is the reason why...
Spontaneously, Mon-El rolls over on his side, and sighs. He's still asleep.
Zari creeps in, clad in a babydoll. In bare feet, she creeps around the foot of the bed, and around the side to which Mon-El's back is turned...
She gets in with him. She gets herself under the silken covers, and embraces him from behind. God, she thinks, he's so manly... What do the boys eat back on Daxam, I wonder?
Or rather, what DID they eat?
In a barrel vault above, a falconet watches. He's got cybernetic eyes. He's watching Zari and Mon-El sleep. He's not what he appears. The eyes of Horus are upon Mon and Zari...whether they want it that way or not.